Ascendance of a Bookworm

Today is a day to taste heaven and hell at once: the sermon of the Chief Cleric and his long return home. I can't help but think about the half-side of the evening my father and Touri are looking forward to picking me up, the sermon of the clergyman I need to get over, and it's not stomachy.

Mine, come on.

"Ha-hi..."

When I went with Fran and Darmuel to the Cleric Chief's room, I was taken, as the letter said, to a hidden room that immediately became a preaching room.

I will be seated in a bench as usual. Then the chief clergyman took out the wood plaque that had been placed on his desk, placed ink on a small table, held the pen in his hand, and looked at me in an interrogatory position as he put his feet together.

"I didn't call you to scold me for anything else. I thought you said you wanted to hear and say something. First, let me ask you more about the printing press you're trying to build."

It appears that the list summarizes what could not be asked at the Mine Workshop during the tour, and one question after another is asked about the amount and speed of books that can be printed on the printing press. But I could not return a clear answer to any question.

"We can't do a single printing press, and you'll need a lot more metal typography to make a book full of letters. Besides, I can't print without making paper and ink in the workshop right now. You just have one printing press, and you don't know how fast the hell you're going to be able to imprint, unless you try."

"I see."

With that said, the chief cleric dropped his gaze on the board at hand.

"I would now like to hear about the point that history changes. If you start printing, what happens to the books you've been photographing in people's hands? What happened to those who made copies into business in your world?

"Whatever my hobby was, as a business, I was pushed by a wave of mechanization, and it became obsolete. That's right, it takes about a hundred to two hundred years to slow down. That's not exactly ten or twenty years."

The clergyman frowns as he writes on the board with crunch.

"In your world, where all the people said they were studying, I guess they all read letters and the books were readable and natural, but they shouldn't have been from the beginning. How did the increase in literacy rates and the spread of books change what happened socially?

"Things have changed. However, its impact varies from country to country and from social situation to social situation. If the world were different, I don't think it would be helpful at all"

"For example, how did it change?

In the words of the Chief Cleric I think of the history of the Reina period. I don't know if it goes to a clergyman who has all sorts of things but doesn't have the knowledge to be a prerequisite.

"There are also examples of people sharing information and gaining knowledge that have brought down the ruling class and started politics by the people. Conversely, some leaders fanned, sprinkling paper that printed information in their favor, arbitrarily summing up popular awareness. I don't know what will change and who will use it, even if people know that the means of communicating information will change dramatically."

"I guess it depends on how you use it, but how do you know it's too much of an impact? It's troublesome..."

The chief cleric whines so much, but writes one after the other on the board.

"Unlike the world I know, this would be a world where life would not be possible without a nobleman with magic, wouldn't it? Even if the literacy rate increases and the books become popular, you can't talk about the movement of the people in the same way. Instead, can we make it a book and make it widely known how hard the nobles work for the people? It would be counterproductive if nobles and clerics weren't working seriously."

"What do you mean?

The chief cleric looked at me inexplicably. I flashed my shoulders lightly.

"The people of Lower Town unexpectedly don't know what nobility is doing. In the countryside, prayer ceremonies are held, and the Holy Grail is filled with magic in front of us, which leads us directly to our own lives. So my faith in God was deep, and unlike the lower town, it seemed like I was normally praying to God."

"You never even thought about the beliefs of Lower Town.... Your opinion is quite interesting. We have a different point of view."

The difference in identity, of course, still leaves Reino's memory colorful in me. It seems interesting to the Chief Cleric to have a different opinion from the people of this world.

"Hmm.... Then I command you to consider the present situation for yourself. Don't print it for a while."

"Huh? Why not?

"The people, as you put it, do not know how to fall, and it is considered possible to lead by magic. But only the great rebellion of the nobility seems certain"

According to the Cleric Chief's story, those who can make copies can earn a steady high income. And it seems that students and clerics and witches in the House of Lords without money, whose parents are not so wealthy, often earn their living with copies. If a book full of letters were to be printed at once, it must be going to buy the grudges of the lower nobles around it, the chief cleric said.

"... that means vested interests are aristocracy, right?

The other party's power is not comparable to previous vested interests. This is scary. When I trembled pretentiously, the Chief Cleric sighed slowly.

"What you've been printing is a picture book for kids, and you said you can't produce that much in bulk because you're printing it with paper, right? Then he thought that the effect on the nobles and clerics making the copies was not enough to prohibit printing either. But what happens if you use a printing press?

I wanted to prepare a metal typeface because it was hard to carve it with a word for word cutter. Because I thought it would be nice to be able to make a book full of letters a little easier. It is nothing more than an act that took away the work of a typist, which also took place in Reino's world.

"I told you not to print it for a while... how long, is it?

Even if you have a printing press because of it, it's hard not to print it. Asking the clergyman how long he should endure, the clergyman narrowed his golden eyes softly.

"Until you become Calstead's adopted daughter."

"Huh?"

"If a civilian roughs up his aristocratic share, he will be crushed at once. But if you, as the senior nobleman of this land, start printing as the business of a territory with the permission of its lord, you won't be crushed so easily."

If it were just one civilian opponent, it would be easily crushed. But if you become an adopted daughter of a senior nobleman and start in a way that is like a state business to be carried out with the permission of a lord, it will no longer be like being able to crush by a lower nobleman who earns a dime. Instead, take the lower nobility into the printing business, I say.

Suddenly I swallowed cockroaches and spits to a great extent.

If we start the printing business once and for all in the territory, no one will be able to crush it. But in a situation where the printing press is ready, can you wait for more than two years for me to print? It's only been two and a half years since I started living as Mine. Can you stand to be as long as that without making books other than children's picture books?

As I read the thought of going around, the chief cleric narrowed his eyes and looked straight at me, slightly raising the edge of his mouth.

"What do you say, Mine? Would you like to be Calstead's adopted daughter now?

Just for a moment, the scale of my heart moved.

But it was indeed for a moment, and I shook my head immediately.

"I won't. Finally, finally, I can go home..."

"Are you unhappy in Calstead?

"No way. I think Master Calstead is a very nice guy. I can count on you, I have a high standing, and if you think of me as an adoptive father, I don't think there's any more."

Still, I want to be with my family. I don't like it getting any shorter, even though they have expired when it's long and until I'm ten.

"When I'm away from my family, can't I help but miss my family?... go home, sweeten your family plenty, then think about it. Maybe we'll get a different answer."

The face of the clergyman, who laughed furiously, looked like he was winning. That's the face I'm anticipating that I won't be able to stand the book and say I'll be adopted without waiting to turn ten.

And I took hold of the hand which I had laid upon my lap, and looked straight back upon the chief priest.

"There's no such thing as a different answer. I want to stay with my family until the time allowed is critical. … it was the chief cleric who poked me at how unfaithful I was as a result of placing the book at the top of my priorities"

By poking at the past so much as appealing to the five senses with magic tools, the presence of a family that would not return if lost was strongly engraved in my heart.

The chief cleric exhaled gently in my words.

"If you have all that hard determination, you can't help it. For another two years or so, keep the books for children to the point where they are finely crafted."

"... Yes"

"Mine, I'm here to pick you up."

"Are we done talking about the clergyman?

When I finished talking to the Cleric Chief and went back to my room, my father and Thuri had already picked me up in the hall on the first floor.

"Father, Touri!

The feeling I had when I was talking to the chief clergyman, I was hanging around, and my dad flies. I ran to leave Fran and Darmuel at the door and jumped on my father.

"Ugh!"

When you jump on the Father, you lift me up as you had expected. He held me high and swung me around for a spin, then let me down. After that, he stroked me around scratching my head with his big hand, until my hair was messed up.

"If I mine, my hair will sneeze again"

Tulli, who was watching my father and my reunion, laughing, removes my temples and straightens my hair with his hands. I was nostalgic for the feeling of having Touri fix my hair by gripping the tweezers that Touri had removed.

"I'll get dressed in a minute, so wait."

I go upstairs in a good mood and ask Delia to help me get dressed. He took off his blue witch clothes, took off his shiny sleeved jacket like a noble lady and put his sleeves through the apprenticeship clothes of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce for a long time. I feel a little smaller.

When I was to be caged in the temple, before the snow started falling, I couldn't help but be cold without my coat, and now that the prayer ceremony was over, I no longer needed a thick coat.

"... Hey, Master Mine. Is family that good?

While clamping the button, Delia leaned her neck in wonder.

"Even if I serve hard, Master Mine will be gone. Is it better to stay with your family than with us?

"It's not like I didn't like my winter life here. Everyone served well, and I had a comfortable life. But I still miss you, so I want to go home and be with my family."

I know Delia served me so hard, but I still want to go home. I want to go home to my family.

"I'm sorry, Delia"

"It's not about Master Mine apologizing.... I just really don't know. What is a family?

Not in a tone that criticizes the Lord wanting to return to his family, but blinking wonderfully, Delia asks. I grew up in an orphanage, and I'm uncertain about my parents' faces, and Delia, who avoids the orphans I'm supposed to have grown up with, has no one close to my family.

"Um, I know it varies from person to person, but for me, is it a place?

"Where are you, sir?

"Yeah, it's the safest place to be."

Delia glanced toward the stairs with envy.

"… that's certainly a good thing"

When I finish dressing, I reach for the luggage I take home. I was watching how that went, and Rosina said, "Master Mine, you don't have enough room. Calm down and act a little more graceful," he skipped his attention.

"During the winter, Feshpeel has improved, as well as standing behavior. Master Mine is easily influenced by the environment, so please be careful not to forget when you return home."

"... Yes"

Rosina began to pay courteous attention to being careful even when she got home as if she were a cleric chief. That's the amount I want you to put on the list. I don't feel like I can remember very much. It's too much of a farewell for me to see anymore.

"Rosina, I'll be back tomorrow, so can we continue tomorrow?

"Right.... Master Mine will be here tomorrow."

Rosina held her mouth down like a hack. And he smiles a little lonely and laughs flutteringly.

"I feel like I can't come here anymore. Christine, who said she was going home, never saw her again."

In the expression of Rosina as the sorrow that had been left in the temple had surfaced, I learned that the scars left by the previous Lord were unexpectedly profound.

"Rosina, I'll come back tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you"

I don't have much to take home. I don't need fancy clothes or shoes. Household goods are also at home. I just take the tote bag I had when I got here and go home.

When I go downstairs with my bag, Delia and Rosina follow me down. They're dropping me off.

"Father, Touri, please wait"

On the ground floor, all the side services were available.

Gil is as good as he was called and rushed back from the workshop, and Fran seems to be driving me home with him from now on, getting dressed so I can go out.

"So, shall we go home? Ladies and gentlemen, for a long time Mine has taken care of you."

"It's natural to take care of Master Mine. We serve Lord Mine."

Gil giggles nicely at my father's words.

I looked around at everyone, laughing small at Gil's words, mixed with a polite tone and previous tones.

"Well, I'll ask you to be away"

"We look forward to your return soon"

The side servants simultaneously knelt with their hands crossed in front of their chests.

Darmuel must go with him to the house to escort him. And Fran accompanies Dermuel to give him directions on his way home, which he has never even come to us before. Lutz, who finished his work at the workshop, was also to rendezvous in front of the workshop and go home with him.

Walk out of the temple gate and miss the cobblestone, which is completely snowy too. It's been a long time since I've walked the city on my own feet.

I was walking with Lutz and Touri holding hands today. When you're in the temple, you don't walk with someone holding hands like this. Both hands made me warm and happy.

My father follows us as he talks to Darmuel and Fran about the perils around him and the security of the city.

"It's been a long time since you walked at Mine's speed."

"Hey, Mine. While you're in the temple, you're walking, aren't you late?

"Ugh!? It's getting late!?

Neither Fran nor Darmuel will hasten me when I travel in the temple. When in a hurry, they are lifted and transported. I'm walking to my pace because nobody hurries, but it could be getting late.

"How long was it before? This much?"

As I tried my best to move my legs, Lutz shook his head laughing.

"Stop it, Mine. It's not like trying. It's been a long time, so why don't you just take your time and go home?

Walking around with potatoes, I saw the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. I recall the Cleric telling me not to print for a while.

"I may have to go talk to Mr. Benno tomorrow..."

"Is something wrong?

"I was told not to print for a while, so the story"

As I clasped my shoulders, Tulli looked at me lightly.

"Uh? Why? You wanted Mine so badly, you worked so hard, didn't you?

"Aristocratic circumstances"

"... well. Sorry to hear that."

He comforts me by stroking my head with the hands of those whose tullies are empty. I closed my eyes gently and laughed slightly as I tasted the feeling.

"Didn't they tell you never to. Two years and a little patience, so I'm fine."

When you're sad or lonely like this, you can't stay away from the family that leans on you, and you feel that your choices are not wrong again.

"Then when the 2 bells ring tomorrow, I'll pick you up. Until then, don't walk away."

When I got to the well square, Darmuel said so with a stern face. The fact that I am forbidden to go out until the escort arrives does not seem to change whether I can return home or in the temple.

"Yes, I did, Master Dermuel. It's hard for Fran to go back and forth, but it's nice to meet you."

"Yes. Please take your time and sweeten it to your family tonight. We look forward to seeing you back here tomorrow."

Fran crosses hands in front of his chest.

"Thank you, Fran, Dear Darmuel. See you tomorrow."

Darmuel and Fran turned their heels back and left in the well square.

And after waving his hand apart from Lutz, he goes up the stairs to the fifth floor, fuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Look, Mine. Come on, we're almost there."

I can't believe I can't go home without the support of my father and Touri, I could really have lost strength during the winter months. Even though it's not, I'd be in trouble if it got any less.

"I'm home, Mother"

I opened my door for a long time. The moment the smell of the meal moderation opens the door, it jumps in. He seemed to notice the voice coming up the stairs, and he was starting to eat. My face smiles at the smell of my mother's hand cooking for a long time.

"Welcome back, Mine"

My mother, with a big tummy, put her plate down with Cotti and raised her face. My mother's smile fills me with happiness and breasts when I miss it when I'm happy, filling my lonely heart.

"I've been walking outside for a long time, so I'm hungry"

Put your stuff down and help me get ready.

"Huh."

When I put the tote bag down and wash my hands, I begin to dine with Thuri. It's been a while since I've worked on my own and it's been a bit of fun.

"Mother, when are you born?

When I saw my stomach, which was about to be torn, my mother stroked my stomach as if she loved me.

"It's not weird when you're born anymore. Maybe he was waiting for Mine to come home."

That's what my mother said, laughing at Couscous. I'd be happy if you really waited for me. I will also try to speak out as I stroke my mother's stomach, "Sister, I'm home". I was kicked in the palm of my hand as if to reply.

"Wow! I got kicked. I think I replied."

My family laughed at my voice.

Eat my mother's hand cooking, bathe in the water with Thuri kidding, and sleep with her whole family in a small bed like bumping into Thuri when she hits a turnaround.

At dawn, my mother began to groan at work pain.